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Yeah, it was jankers for that lousy rotten barber, for flying in the face of the King's Regulations. My headervair. I don't mind telling you, it just about broke my heart, what they done to my headervair.
" That's a fact. I was a good boy till then. But after that, I didn't care for nothing or nobody, I didn't ! I been made up three times and busted three times, and when I was a Corporal they bust me for something I never done, ah, they did that ! But Detention, Spud-Hole, Jankers, Reps, Royal Warrant, and everything else-nothing 'urt me so much as what they done to my lovely headervair.
" Murderers ! Murderers ! That's what them barbers are, murderers ! Jerry kills your body. But the barber, he murders your soul. Look at me now. Bald. Me mother cried when she saw me last. She cried, I tell you, she broke down and she cried like a child, and I don't mind telling you that I broke dawn and cried with her, too. ... I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help it. I sobbed as if my heart was breaking, I did. And my old dad, a lump came into his throat; he couldn't touch supper. I can show you a photo of myself with a headervair that'll make you look up a bit ... just like a mop. Call me a liar if you like. I say a mop. Everybody used to talk about my headervair. Girls used to say: `Tug, I envy you only one thing; your headervair.' I got a picture of myself took in Ramsgit in I g I o, when I was seven. Curls down to me shoulders. The Army ruined all that. I forgave 'em everything, but I'll never forgive 'em that."
And Sergeant Tug, who led a bayonet-charge on the road to Boulogne, or thereabout, and carried six

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